Tag: walks

V is for Valency Valley

I’ve probably said this a dozen times, we are lucky to live in a beautiful place where we have both the sea and a little patch of forest in our little village.

 This is the Valency Valley, where little T’s cat – Bootsy once had an adventure and got lost and found in the woods.

 If the photos look a bit familiar, yes, these were taken during that particular incident with our cat.

Little T throwing stones down the Valency river.

V is for Valency Valley.


If you were given a choice, would you like to live by the sea, or by a woodland?

Off with the layers!

Spring has definitely sprung down here in Cornwall.  Temperatures are up and the sunshiny days are more frequent now.  Hopefully, it will stay this way.

Last week, little T, Doc and I went out for a little adventure.  Our aim was to search for rabbit holes.  As always little T and I started the walk all layered-up with a jumper underneath our rain coats and our first-stop was searching for a puddle.

A whole lot of mud welcomed us through the gate.  Peppa Pig and her family would love this!

Oooh look at that blue sky and white fluffy clouds, aren’t they lovely?

And look at our little dog, no longer a pup at six-months old.  Still over-excitable though and a bit loony, but that’s our Doc! 🙂

And then the little T says I’m feeling warm mummy!  Off with the first layer …

After checking that there were no cows or she sheeps around, Doc was off his leash too.

All through out our walk, Little T was busy looking for sticks her dog could play with or chew on.

And then he fell in a rabbit hole!  Too bad, I wasn’t able to take a photo of it, was too busy laughing.  When he recovered himself, he started sniffing the rabbit hole which led little T to panic  “Don’t eat the rabbits Doc!”  

See that pink house down in our village?  That’s little T’s dream house.  When we were looking for one, she kept insisting that we buy it.  We actually had to explain that a house had to be up for sale before you can actually buy it.  Thank goodness it wasn’t.  Would you like to live in a pink house?

Look at that, even the sea was calm.

Then Little T announced she was feeling warm again, so off with another layer!  There she goes a-striding-away.

And singing, but I couldn’t make out the song she was singing.

Look at me mummy, I’m a dragon!

And then I noticed the grey-clouds hovering and decided it was time to go home.

The good news is that, we are scheduled to have good weather again this week.  Whoopie-bloody-doo-dah.  Have a lovely weekend everyone and Happy International Women’s Day! 🙂  Also, happy birthday to N, my cousin who reads my blog 🙂

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Little T, Doc and the Cows

C’mon little Doc!  It’s time for a walk!

Woof, woof, woof, woof!

It’s about time!  You haven’t been taking me out for a walk lately.

Oh don’t sulk Doc, says little T.

It’s just difficult for me to take you when I’m scooting around.

Doc gives little T a “I’m hurt” look, T ignores him.

Last one out, is a rotten egg!

Little T races out the door and up the headland with Doc behind her until ….

Woof, woof, woof!

Why did you stop?  Asks Doc panting behind her.


Ah, says Doc.

Woof, woof, woof!

What are they?

Cows!  Says little T.

Quick Doc, run!

And that’s what they did …

As for the cows, they just ignored them.

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One Foggy Day

I came across the following photos, while browsing through my photographs for this week’s What’s The Story post.  In case, you’ve just stumbled upon this entry and wondering what it is, it’s one of my favourite weekly linkys which is all about the story behind your pictures.

These are old photos and was taken sometime in April 2008.  This was life before little T, which means the Mutt was still alive and I could take lovely long walks any time in the day, rain or shine… or in this case, fog.

It was indeed one foggy day, the kind of fog that is so thick you can’t really see what’s in front of you.  The kind you wouldn’t want to be caught in while driving.  The kind which scary B movies are made of … you get the picture.  We began our walk through the eerie gates of the ancient church of Forrabury (dates back to 1196) …

and walked among the graves in the cemetery …

… spooky isn’t it?

Like I said, the fog was so thick I couldn’t really see beyond my steps.  The Mutt was barking excitedly and that sort of calmed me, because I knew that if there was also anyone out there, they would know our presence and we wouldn’t bump into each other.  There was no one else out that day… just me and the Mutt.

We walked to the edge of the cliff, I could barely see the drop and when I did, of course, I had to take a photo.  My knees went jelly a bit, but it was still breathtaking and looked really sinister.

And on our way back, we saw this cat by the gate, she absolutely refused to budge, until we were so close I could feel the tension between her and the dog.  After a staring contest, we won and she gave in and allowed us through.

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Hope everyone has a lovely week ahead of them!

In search of the Devil’s Cauldron at Lydford Gorge

I don’t know about you folks, but we’ve been busy almost daily doing things out in the sun, or visiting places, scared that we might wake up one day to grey skies once again.

So last sunday, we decided on an impromptu picnic somewhere, anywhere, as long as it involved the sun and out-doors.

One of the best things about where we live is that we are never far-away from lovely places to visit.  We are just minutes away from the beach and other tourist places.  And being members of the National Trust, we can actually go to any of their properties and have a day-out without having to pay the excessive entrance fees some of these places are known for.  Actually, that’s all you need for a cheap day out: your National Trust card and a delicious picnic.

So that’s what we did!  We didn’t want to go too far and we didn’t want to visit any of the stately country homes here in Cornwall (we’ve been to most of them anyway and besides, we reserve them for rainy days and winter).  We wanted to do something fun and for a change, not go to the beach.  It only took only a couple of flicks on our trusty 2013 National Trust Book and found a place to go:  Lydford Gorge, Tavistock in Devon.


  • The place had a picnic ground.
  • A Playground
  • Lovely walks by the river and exciting/mysterious places to find/visit.

Although when we got there, it was actually too hot to have a picnic on the grounds.  Sadly, it was also too hot for T to play at the playground.  So we ended up doing a short walk through the woods to look for the Devil’s Cauldron.  

It was a short(ish) walk down the river.  T gamely walked all the way down.  We stopped by a charming bridge and my husband taught us how to play Pooh sticks which T loved.  Then we followed the river till it narrowed down, walked up a few steep steps and entered a dark ravine to see the Devils Cauldron.

It was a bit scary actually, going down.  One clumsy step and you could easily fall down below.

Can you imagine falling?  I can!  So I didn’t dare look down.

And there it was, the Devil’s Cauldron, it was actually eerie.   You could imagine something sinister happening here – a perfect setting for a scary movie.  It was warm outside, but as soon as we stepped down the ravine, the temperature immediately went down and it was all lovely and cool.  We would’ve stayed longer, but since it was a sunday, there was a string of tourists coming in one after another.

After the walk, we decided to go back in the car and drive down to the waterfalls.  You could actually walk all the way there, but not with a toddler, maybe when she’s older.  Besides, we were getting a little bit peckish.  It was time for that picnic which we had under a tree before setting off to find the White Lady.

The White Lady Waterfall is 90 feet tall and is apparently the highest waterfall in the South West.  The photo above doesn’t look like it’s been taken in England.  It looks a bit more like my home in the Philippines, though if this was home, the waterfalls will be bigger, more of a raging torrent and of course the temperature would be warmer too.

In case you’re wondering, yes, this was the day my little one actually said the F word.

If you’re in the area and looking for something to do, a bit of a hike, a picnic or a little adventure for you and your little ones, do visit the Lydford Gorge.

Picnic at Bedruthan Steps

The BBC weather forecast predicted lovely sunshine weather last Friday and I’m glad to say that they did not disappoint us.  Indeed, the sun was up and shining when we woke up and managed to stay radiating with all its glory all through out the day.  A picnic was definitely in the offing.  One thing I’ve really learned about living here in England is to grab these moments by the neck.  You’ll never know when the sun will be out again, not even in the summer, or might I say, especially in the summer.

Bedruthan steps like all coastlines here in England is rugged, wild, dramatic and beautiful.  It is located within the parish of St. Eval in North Cornwall and is partly owned by the National Trust and has the expected tea shop and National Trust gift shops perfect for tourists looking for some souvenirs to take home with them.  The shop and cafe were actually used as mine offices since there is evidence that the place had mining activities in the early 19th century.

This is a definite visit for enthusiastic hikers and country ramblers who will enjoy the lovely coastal walk. However, if you’re the laid-back kind of person, the Bedruthan steps is also a perfect spot for a picnic especially on a sunshiny day like we had last Friday.  It was absolutely perfect.  The view was breathtaking as we sat and soaked up the sun and ate our impromptu picnic which was really just a few sandwiches, cookies and doughnuts bought from the Co-op.  The cliffs are steep and dangerous, so there are warnings to take heed, especially if you have small children in tow.  T obediently sat on our picnic blanket ate her doughnuts and marvelled at the airplanes passing us by.  We live by the ocean you see, so seeing it won’t excite her as much as kids who live in the midlands, as for airplanes, that’s an all together different story.

T is probably thinking, I wish there were more days like this one, I’m with you on that, little one.

To know more about Bedruthan steps and how to get there, click here.

“In my past life I was a dog”

says Boots, my daughter’s cat.  Well obviously she didn’t say that, but if she could communicate to her humans I’m certain she’d say those words.

You see, Boots likes to go for walks with us and like a dog, she actually follows us around.  At the playground last Monday, she ran around like a dog eager to play catch and when she got tired, just like a dog, plunked her little furry bum on the grass and lazily watched T play.  And when it was time to go home, she just followed us back.

Now we’re thinking, why bother to get a dog when we’ve got a cat who is so much like a dog?  Now if only she’d eagerly wag her tail and look up at us adoringly the way dogs do.  What we get instead are cold stares, purrs yes, and a lot of meowing that sometimes really sounds like whinges when she wants to be fed. I still prefer dogs though.

Boots with her little human.